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"Do as you're told," Jade tells him, then he's gone, strolling casually back into his study.

Once the door swing shuts, the guest crowds close, pulling his fingers out. "I want to hear you scream." He says, hefting up one of Shinjirou's legs and forcing it to hook over his shoulder. The other leg he leaves alone, except to brace his hand against as he lines his cock up against Shinjirou's hole, not even bothering with lubrication. "Don't care if you curse or swear or whatever, I'm not like your master."

With a grunt, he hoists Shinjirou's ass higher, thrusting inside in the same movement. "Don't clench this time, don't clench," he pants, forcing his way deeper inside with quick, rough jerks of his hips. "You're no virgin anymore, I fucked that out of you, you shouldn't be so tight."

He surprises himself when he whines at the loss once he's empty, but if what the guest wants is for him to be noisy anyway, then it should be okay. Having slept with a lot of men suddenly doesn't help him anymore, he notices. This is a different approach. He doesn't know what he's allowed to do until he's being told so.

And this man isn't like Jade. There's nothing sophisticated about him, he's just a hard edge made to leave bruises by accident, not with the intent to remind you of him. He's dirty and rough in a way Shinjirou has dealt with before -- just, not as a slave.

Back arched, he ensures it's easy enough to handle his body, and relaxes the exact moment the guest requests him to stop clenching. It's leaving him wide open to be fucked and that's when he screams out for the first time, the thick length suddenly plummeting into him with too much ease. He can take it all up to the base, feels the man bottom out, balls brushing against his ass. "Ah. Ah -- like this?" His eyes briefly wander over the man's body and the desire to touch, scratch, is evidently there. He tugs with more force on the couch instead, jaw dropped to let out any sound he makes.

"What -- should I scream?"

Swallowing hard, he tries to time the rocking of his own hips with the man's thrusts. His words are broken apart by short outbursts, high-pitched cries. "That you fuck me so good with your big cock?" For all that he finds he dislikes the man, it's not a lie. It's rough and fast and gets him squirming, his body willingly sucking the intruder deeper inside.

Most importantly, if he's loud enough, Jade will be able to hear, will know he's being a good boy again.

"Yeah, fuck you, scream for me- " The man is shouting now, a constant stream of abuse as he digs his nails into Shinjirou's legs, his ass, his waist, clawing and scratching. Shinjirou is loose, so loose that he quickly abandons the shallow thrusts in favour of pulling out almost completely and slamming back in. It's fast, it's sloppy, it's graceless; there's come streaked white against his cock when he pulls out, mingling with the leftover lube and the clear precome that's beginning to drip from the head.

"Get your legs higher," he snaps. "Let's see how deep I can fuck you."

It's so wrong that this man is marking him everywhere and with every new angry streak he leaves on his skin, Shinjirou wants to shove him off more. Now that he belongs to someone, it is suddenly not as fun as it used to be to let a complete stranger paint him red and black and blue.

Instead of hitting the man, he makes his own body move in a harsher pattern, meeting every hard thrust. He's spilling again, can feel it drip onto his own chest more than he can see it; as told, he looks at the man to let him catch every change. The way his brows knit together when the guest hits a perfect angle and his mouth opens wider when his screams rise in volume.

He's quick to slip his hands below his knees and pull them up until they touch his face. He holds them there, fingers digging into his bruised thighs. "Fuck it into me, I want all of you, please," he begs, and he thinks he's doing a good job at it, too, letting his neediness color his voice. If he's doing it wrong, he's sure Jade will let him know, if the guest doesn't. "Your cock hurts so good."

"Yeah- yeah, I will, gonna come into you until you can't take anymore, you want that, huh?" He's all but bent over Shinjirou now, close enough to kiss, but he doesn't. He bites instead, sucking bruises that bloom on Shinjirou's neck and his shoulder, thrusting rapidly into him all the while until the couch creaks under the force of their movements. For a few moments, he's silent, save for his grunts and heaving breath.

Then: "Touch yourself. I want you to come." He pushes forward, forcing Shinjirou to the limits of his flexibility. "Show me- you love whoring yourself out, don't you, you're made for this life; you're so loose you can take two cocks, I should have forced your master to fuck you with me."

"Yes," he hisses, tilting his head to bare himself to the man's teeth. He's crying out, making up for the other's silence, hand shooting down to wrap around his cock when he hears the order. The grip he's giving himself is too tight and he pulls on his cock too fast, but his precome soon covers it and he can't help but tense when the heat gets too overwhelming. "I love it. I know I'm a -- a slut. I need my holes filled."

"Next time," he whispers, throat so raw he wonders how he's able to speak at all. "Next time I'll take both of you. I'll be so full, I'll--" His body convulses, eyes rolling back and then he's coming so hard, he hears himself cry out senselessly, pleas and curses mixing. It's just his imagination, possibly, but it seems to last forever: The writhing that throws his body around and the forceful contractions that massage the cock inside of him. By the end of it he's still weakly jerking, everything blurry and feather-light.

He fucks him through the orgasm, then beyond it, the back and forth motions of his hips increasing to a frenetic pace. "Useless slut," he snarls, "Couldn't even make me come from that, what's wrong with you?"

He's got a firm grip on Shinjirou's hips and rear now, pulling him up to meet every single thrust, then shoving him away just as quickly. Shudders run through his body every time Shinjirou squeezes involuntarily around his cock, and he groans, low and desperate.

The groan becomes a wordless shout as he thrusts deep into Shinjirou and finally comes. For the second time in as many hours, he collapses on top of Shinjirou again, unheeding of the way Shinjirou's come soaks into his expensive shirt.

"Sorry, sorry." It's good he's been through the physical side of this before. Despite being too sensitive all over, his cock softening quickly, he manages to stay relaxed enough to take the man. There's no pain, just the numb sensations of being stretched again and again, an odd tickle running through him.

He keeps crying out, though his arousal's gone. It's ... still pleasant, when it shouldn't be. And he groans, happily, when he feels the man come. He's filled with thick warmth, body drinking it up. It's possible he's making another mistake when he tentatively runs his fingers through the man's hair, rubbing his cheek against the other's. "I'll be better next time," he whispers and rolls his hips once. "I promise."

For now, though, he wishes he could get out of the uncomfortable position. The muscles in his legs are twitching on their own, making him shiver. He doesn't have the strength to hold them up like this anymore and if it weren't for the man's weight keeping him pinned down, he'd have dropped them. He just wants to rest, exhausted, skin tingling -- he whines, hoping to get the man's attention. Jade, he thinks, he wants Jade to come back.

"You better." He kisses him roughly, open-mouthed, but pulls back after a second. "Aww, fuck, shouldn't have done that, you taste like come."

The man seems relaxed in the afterglow, only chuckling when he hears Shinjirou's whine, his earlier animosity all but gone. There's still a hint of breathlessness in his voice as he says, "Impatient, aren't you? Fine, fine, give me a minute."

Carefully, he sits up, scowling a little when he sees the state of his shirt. "You owe me," he grouses, but he isn't particularly rough as he helps Shinjirou lower his legs. He takes his sweet time pulling out, however, making sure every single drop of come stays inside Shinjirou. The excess stickiness that clings to his softening cock gets wiped off against Shinjirou's inner thigh.

Finally, he sits back, just as the door to the study swings open again. Jade re-emerges, taking in the scene with a quick sweep of his eyes.

"All done?" He asks lightly. At the guest's affirming nod, he steps closer, expression as placid as ever. But as controlled as he is, there's a light flush to his skin that he can't conceal. "Good. Shinjirou, stay here while I see our guest off. Don't fall asleep."

Shinjirou must want company, he knows; he remembers how needy he had been earlier, nuzzling up to him like someone starved for attention.

Which is precisely why he's leaving him alone.

The kiss is unexpected, but he allows it and thankfully, it doesn't last long. He frowns at the obvious realization. Of course he tastes like come, swallowing first Jade's and then licking up his own. Pressing his lips together, he keeps the yeah, you idiot on the tip of his tongue.

Getting some help with his legs is appreciated and he sighs, letting his hands drop down beside his face. "I'll make up for it." The slow drag against his skin when the man pulls out forces him to squeeze his eyes shut. It's no less intense than when he'd first pushed into him. Once he's empty again, his body seems to try its best to close the stretched-out hole; he can feel himself twitch as the man wipes himself off on his thigh.

His heart skips a beat when he hears Jade's voice and he turns his head, looking for him. He's not given enough time. Jade and the guest leave. He doesn't care about the latter, he's covered in bruises and scratches and come from the man. He can still feel the way the man's cock has affected his body. It's like he's not really gone yet.

But Jade? Shinjirou strokes his cheek, the dried-out come Jade had left on him. And then he laughs. What the fuck is wrong with him.

Jade takes his time, helping the guest clean up before escorting him into his car, and afterwards returning the lube and the unopened box back to his bedroom. Then, very quietly, he prepares a hot bath.

It's only after all that is finished that he circles back to the couch, his footsteps almost completely silent.

"Still awake?" He asks.

Curled up on his side, both hands stroking his belly, he is very much awake. Just exhausted as hell. He glances up at Jade, eyes narrowing. Shinjirou hasn't once looked at the clock and it doesn't matter how long he's been left alone, exactly.

He nods, then shoves his face into the back rest. This isn't normal. Rough sex, sleep, sneaking away and nurturing the bruises, that's normal. Not this, whatever it is, this strange awareness of his body and mind's needs.

He allows Shinjirou a few seconds of peace, then he settles onto the couch as well. The warmed leather depresses under his weight, the indent curving and spreading as Jade shifts around, until he's leaning over Shinjirou. One hand comes to rest gently against Shinjirou's belly, but that's all; he doesn't stroke it yet.

"I'm disappointed in you," he murmurs. He had originally planned on using a more gentle approach, but he doesn't want to encourage Shinjirou's recalcitrance.

His reply is very quiet. "I know." Why is Jade still touching him, he wonders. He doesn't deserve this. Eyes stinging, he raises one hand and covers his face with it. This is awful. Jade's words cut too deep and suck the warm feeling of his afterglow right out of him, leaving him cold and ... ashamed.

There's no good reason for this. Kidnapped and then sold against his will. What Jade thinks of him shouldn't affect him at all. But his approval is so good, so soothing and he wants to learn how to get it constantly. It's ridiculous. And then he's laughing again. "I'm sorry."

Laughter? Why? Jade frowns, but quickly smooths his expression back into one of utter calm. His free hand goes cup against Shinjirou's jawline, thumb brushing against his cheek. He can feel his come there, a long, dried stripe across that stretched across the soft skin.

"Look at me," he commands. He hadn't known how to approach this at first, if he should try to be coaxing and gentle. In the end, he had decided to settle with what he knows best: brutal honesty. "What have you done wrong?"

His laughter stops abruptly when Jade touches him.

Shinjirou is aware he shouldn't hesitate, yet he does. Slowly he pulls his hand down and raises his eyes up to Jade's. He can't read his face at all. It's admirable, how guarded Jade's expression is almost all the time. If only he could say the same about himself, but he's pretty sure he's flushed and his eyes are reddened. Embarrassing.

Swallowing hard, he tries to put all his mistakes into a coherent string of words. "I didn't behave properly. I spoke when you had told me not to. I made demands. I should have been quiet and attentive and I wasn't." There's a giggle bubbling in his sore throat. He bites his tongue. It's not funny, he doesn't know why he can't stop laughing and he's absolutely certain it's against Jade's unspoken rules.

It's something about brain chemistry, Jade decides, when he feels Shinjirou trying to swallow down even more laughter. Sex triggers the release of various hormones, after all, and he had forced Shinjirou into a rather intense scene with no warning whatsoever. Of course, he'll look into it, but that can come later. Right now he's more concerned with correcting Shinjirou.

"That's all true." He is stern, unforgiving, even though he knows Shinjirou must be emotionally exhausted. All the better to discipline him now, when he's at his most malleable. "But that's not your most grievous mistake."

He doesn't think Shinjirou would be able to guess correctly, so he spares him the humiliation of trying and failing. "You lied at the beginning, didn't you? You tried to pretend you were something you weren't. But you failed to carry that deception through to the end." He runs his hand along Shinjirou's belly, palming firmly at it. "You'll have to do better than that."

He doesn't understand, brows furrowing. He's made even more mistakes than that? Didn't even get the worst one? Squirming out of discomfort -- he's trying to remember everything, from the moment the guest arrived to the moment he left -- he turns to lie on his back. Jade doesn't like it when he's hiding himself, maybe that's it.

But no, it isn't. His eyes widen. It's not what he expected, at all. "I ... should have been more convincing? I can do that, I can learn, I will practice pretending." The words tumble out, voice so scratchy it shouldn't be a surprise that his babbling leads to a small coughing fit.

He waits for the coughing to subside, making a note to make some tea with honey for him later.

"I'm glad to hear it." It's for Shinjirou's own sake as well, but Jade doesn't feel the need to mention how one of the ways he keeps himself in check is by imitating better people, pretending he's one of them. It's far too personal.

Since Shinjirou doesn't seem to have any problems with accepting what he's saying, Jade leaves the lecture at that.

"Now then," he stands up again, tucking his hands into his pockets. "Do you want to get cleaned up? I have a bath ready for you."

"Yes?"

A bath sounds too good to be true. He sits up, carefully pushing himself up. Moving stings and he can feel the come inside of him follow the pull of gravity. He'll make a mess if he doesn't get up quickly. When he tries, he wobbles at first, using the couch for support. He'd like to hold onto Jade; he doesn't want to be left alone again. Even if it's for punishment.

But hot water is already more than he deserves and he's just said it himself: Making demands is a mistake. He mustn't repeat mistakes, not so soon after admitting to it. So he staggers over to the bathroom by himself. "Where will you be?" He looks over his shoulder, still hopeful.

Shinjirou's desires are blindingly obvious. Jade isn't sure how to feel about his attachment to him, but...it's interesting, he supposes. Useful. Shinjirou had clearly not yet returned to his usual state of mind, so he may as well stay with him, to see how long it takes for him to revert (if he will).

That, and positive reinforcement is important. On the whole, Shinjirou had performed well tonight, and he's already trying to make up for his previous mistakes. Jade can appreciate that.

"I believe I'll be joining you." He begins to stride forward, his steps languid. "Go ahead without me, though. I'd hate for you to drip all over the floor." And he looks terribly unsteady on his feet.

"Oh." This might be a trick he's as of yet unable to see through. The bathtub is undeniably waiting for him, though, hot steam greeting him when he enters the bathroom. He sighs, eyes closed, sinking into water. It doesn't quite work, trying to submerge his body fully; his knees stick out.

He dives underwater for a moment, holding his breath. When he comes back up, he combs through his wet hair, glancing at the door. He's waiting, not moving an inch. The desire to be with someone after sex is the exact opposite of what he's used to. On the other hand, it may be for the best. A desire to run may be more dangerous than anything else.

After a minute, Jade steps into the bathroom with a change of clothes in hand, which he places on the counter.

"It'll be a little cramped with both of us in there." He starts undoing the buttons on his shirt, not at all self-conscious. "I hope you won't mind."

The shirt is shrugged off and placed onto the counter as well, along with his undershirt. For someone who likes to appear as a simple businessman, a surprising number of scars lace Jade's torso. In particular, there's one that stretches from his right shoulder to his chest. The first time Shinjirou had seen it, he had already been completely drunk, and Jade had counted on him to forget. But now that they're living together, Jade sees little reason to hide it.

Not that he gives Shinjirou much time to look; he bends down to remove his pants almost immediately. Once they're placed on the counter, he steps into the bathtub, sinking down to sit behind Shinjirou.

"No, I won't." Shinjirou makes no attempt to hide that he's staring -- ogling -- as Jade undresses. He's handsome and Shinjirou hasn't gotten a chance to explore his body at all, not even allowed to see it, much less touch.

Frowning at the sight of the scar, he shifts to make room for Jade. He leans back uncertainly, reaching for a bar of soap. He's supposed to clean himself, not ask any questions which he, admittedly, is doing far too often. There are so many unanswered ones and they're piling up by the minute.

The fresh bruises make him flinch when he rubs the soap into his skin. The scratches are worse. And then the disgusting feeling when the guest's come leaks out of him into the water, in a steady stream. He closes his legs, so that at least Jade won't have to see.

They can afford to be a little wasteful; bathing in dirty water is counterproductive anyway. "Pull the plug and turn on the water again," Jade says. "And give me the soap."

He doesn't think he'll do this often, but just for tonight, he can treat Shinjirou. Some of those scratches look rather nasty. Shinjirou's probably had worse, but better safe than sorry. Jade is under no delusions. It's because of him that Shinjirou was marked up in that manner - it's his responsibility to tend to him, make sure he's alright.